Ultra-Level Weeb: Rise in an Awakened World

Max’s eyes lit up instantly.

Unlike every previous system task, there wasn’t even a moment of hesitation.

He wasted no time whatsoever.

Within seconds, he’d pulled out his penis with the unmistakable expression of someone absurdly proud of the result.

That expression only grew more smug when he caught the look on Zerena’s face.

She froze.

Her eyes widened ever so slightly.

’...That’s big.’

The thought surfaced before she could stop it.

Even though she’d long since lost any real interest in sex, she wasn’t exactly inexperienced. Over the years, she’d seen her fair share of penises.

Not many looked like this.

For a brief moment, she found herself instinctively comparing it to her own hand.

’...It’s almost as long.’

The realization caught her completely off guard.

She’d expected him to be excited.

She hadn’t expected... that.

In fact, the surprise was so genuine that she completely forgot to be annoyed he was already hard.

She simply stared.

Then, realizing she’d been looking for a little too long, she quickly averted her eyes with a quiet click of her tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

Almost unconsciously, Zerena reached out.

The moment her fingers wrapped around him, another thought surfaced.

’...So hard, too.’

Before she really realized what she was doing, her hand tightened slightly, testing the firmness out of pure instinct.

The warmth surprised her as well.

A low grunt escaped Max.

Her eyes snapped upward.

He was staring back at her, his face flushed with a mixture of surprise and discomfort.

Realizing she’d squeezed much harder than she’d intended, Zerena immediately loosened her grip.

"Sorry..." she muttered quietly.

Embarrassment rushed across her face as she hurriedly unfolded the black lace panties and wrapped the fabric around her hand before taking hold of him again.

Max immediately noticed something else.

The faint wetness clinging to the inside of the panties left a subtle trail across his skin as she adjusted her grip.

He wisely said nothing.

Zerena, meanwhile, kept her eyes firmly fixed on the corner of the bed rather than anywhere near him.

"I... I just have to move my hand now, right?" she asked, sounding almost uncertain.

Max gave a small nod.

’Oh, God...’

She could practically feel the heat rising in her face.

’I really shouldn’t be doing something like this at my age...’

Trying not to think about it any longer, she slowly began moving her hand, the soft lace-covered fabric sliding awkwardly as she forced herself to carry out yet another task that had somehow found its way onto the growing list of things she’d once believed she’d never do.

Even through the soft fabric of her panties, Zerena could clearly feel the firmness beneath her hand.

The warmth.

The prominent veins pressing against the lace with every slow movement she made.

Max, meanwhile, felt happier than he could ever remember being.

For the first time in his life, it wasn’t his own hand.

That fact alone outweighed every minor inconvenience the awkward angle introduced. Sure, it wasn’t quite as efficient as doing it himself, but the difference hardly mattered.

The advantages overwhelmingly outnumbered the drawbacks.

By a ridiculous margin.

As far as Max was concerned, this wasn’t even a fair comparison anymore.

While she continued the slow, reluctant motions, another thought quietly surfaced in Zerena’s mind.

’...Is this because of me?’

The question caught her completely off guard.

She knew she wasn’t a young woman anymore.

Gray hairs had long since appeared, and although years of anti-aging potions had softened the marks time left on her face, they hadn’t erased her age.

She was old, she’d accepted that years ago. She could understand him reacting while kissing her. Or while touching her breasts. Those seemed like fairly ordinary responses for a healthy young man.

But this...

This was different. He wasn’t merely aroused....He was completely hard.

Rock hard.

And unlike Max, Zerena actually knew the difference.

Her younger days had left her with more experience than she particularly cared to remember.

Which only made the realization harder to dismiss.

For the first time since these absurd system tasks had begun, a small seed of doubt quietly slipped into her thoughts.

’...Does he actually find me attractive?’

It had been so long that Zerena couldn’t even remember the last time she’d slept with anyone.

Years.

Enough years that she’d quietly stopped thinking about that part of her life altogether.

Which made the thought that suddenly crossed her mind all the more dangerous.

’...What would it feel like now?’

The question startled her.

She immediately shook her head, almost as if trying to physically throw the thought away, and deliberately looked anywhere except at the thing in her hand.

Unfortunately...

That proved remarkably difficult.

’...How is he so big?’

The question surfaced again despite her best efforts.

Her movements had grown noticeably stiffer, the arm holding the panties tensing unconsciously as she continued the slow strokes.

Against the thin lace, she could clearly feel the steady pulse running through him, the firm veins shifting beneath the fabric with each movement of her hand.

It felt unexpectedly heavy.

Far heavier than she remembered.

Even with her hand wrapped around him as much as she comfortably could, he completely filled her grip. Near the top, he remained broad enough that her fingertips still couldn’t quite meet, leaving a small gap between them no matter how tightly she held the fabric.

The realization lingered in her thoughts far longer than she wanted to admit.

"How long is this going to take?" Zerena asked.

She didn’t even bother reacting as Max’s hands wandered back to their now familiar resting place on her breasts.

Max’s face immediately reddened.

Looking more embarrassed than usual, he rubbed the back of his neck before answering.

"...It might take a while."

He hesitated.

"I... already did it this evening."

Zerena blinked.

For a moment, she simply stared at him.

"You masturbated before we even started today’s tasks?"

Max gave a small, hesitant nod.

Outwardly, he looked like a boy admitting to some terribly shameful secret.

Internally...

He was trying very hard not to grin.

This reaction was exactly what he’d been hoping for.

"Why?" Zerena asked, genuine confusion creeping into her voice.